[ Bucky's mind is breath taking. Because it's beautiful, sure, Sam is equally caught up in the sun lit trees and the skyline of a city that's both home and foreign to Sam.
But also because it's Bucky. All of it is Bucky, and the sheer expanse of it is breath taking.
The hope that Bucky feels looking at the broadened landscape of his mind is just as breath taking, and Sam is just so damn grateful to be a part of it, to get to see it -
Somewhere buried far down, part of him accepts that he will never, ever get rid of the symbiote, not when it can help them have this, but conscious awareness of that will probably come much, much later.
Now, Sam smiles back, before letting go enough to reach for his shaving kit, though he stays close with his leg pressed against Bucky's.
He dips his fingers in a cup of water, then gently runs them back through Bucky's beard, just enough to get it wet - and if he lingers a little and scratches more than is strictly necessary, well. He just wants to, all right.
After that he squeezes out some shaving gel and rubs it between his hands, both to get it to frothe and to heat it up. Sam doesn't want there to be anything cold or clinical about this, and he leaves the impression of what he's gonna do before he sets one hand on Bucky's jaw, lathering up skin-warmed foam. ]
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But also because it's Bucky. All of it is Bucky, and the sheer expanse of it is breath taking.
The hope that Bucky feels looking at the broadened landscape of his mind is just as breath taking, and Sam is just so damn grateful to be a part of it, to get to see it -
Somewhere buried far down, part of him accepts that he will never, ever get rid of the symbiote, not when it can help them have this, but conscious awareness of that will probably come much, much later.
Now, Sam smiles back, before letting go enough to reach for his shaving kit, though he stays close with his leg pressed against Bucky's.
He dips his fingers in a cup of water, then gently runs them back through Bucky's beard, just enough to get it wet - and if he lingers a little and scratches more than is strictly necessary, well. He just wants to, all right.
After that he squeezes out some shaving gel and rubs it between his hands, both to get it to frothe and to heat it up. Sam doesn't want there to be anything cold or clinical about this, and he leaves the impression of what he's gonna do before he sets one hand on Bucky's jaw, lathering up skin-warmed foam. ]